Seeds of faith are sown in our childhood and our chapel dedicated to the Mother of God has most surely contributed to my vocation as an ordained minister. Summer holidays were always Goa bound and Sunday mornings were special. My grandmother, Maria Ermila or my parents, Edmund and Winifred would accompany me and my siblings to this little chapel which seemed lost in the middle of nowhere.  Little feet always make the journey seem long; not so now that I have all grown up. Dressed in Sunday best, the journey to the chapel was a bit of an adventure. You had to pass innumerable homes, way side freshly painted white crosses, the village ‘posro’ and finally a short cut past the primary school. The massive trees along the road to Sunday mass made it seem like a trudge through a forest and after what seemed eternity, behold there was the chapel.